Walking along the path, both sides are planted with emerald bamboo, and it seems that because of the birthday, there are basically no guards in the house, and there are many busy people on the road.

Soon, Fang Ling came to a small garden, the garden was built around a small pond, rockery and big trees, it looked quite quiet, the little white dog didn't know how to get in, followed Fang Ling, wagging his tail left and right to look.

Just as Fang Ling was walking around the garden, he noticed footsteps coming from the corridor to the north, and then saw a young girl walking out.

The girl was only 15 or 6 years old, wearing a pink pleated dress, with a white ribbon gently wrapped around her waist, and the excess part floating casually.

On the delicate face of melon seeds, there are a pair of big black eyes, like autumn water, extremely pure.

The straight nose bridge and the thin pink lips, although they do not apply powder, they have a bit of heavenly fragrance.

Fang Ling was secretly amazed, it was not that he had never seen palace maids in the palace, those palace maids were all selected from all over the country, and they were all considered to be beautiful, but they were not comparable to this girl at all.

She is already so beautiful at such a young age, and in a few years, won't she be overwhelmed by the country and the city? It's a pity that her feet seem to be injured.

Because she clearly only had one foot in her shoes, and the other foot was exposed, and the ankle part was swollen high, and there was a hint of black veins on the reddened swelling.

She held on to the bamboo-shaped railing and tried hard to touch the ground with her injured foot, but as soon as the foot touched the ground, she frowned in pain, and although she did not give up many times in a row, her foot could not be firmly on the ground.

At this moment, the little white dog suddenly rushed up, ran up the corridor, and barked at the girl.

The sound of "Wang-" was not really loud, more like a greeting, but the girl was startled by the sudden dog and almost fell.

Fang Ling hurriedly rushed over, grabbed the little white dog aside, and scolded lightly.

The girl stood on the railing and cried out, "Don't ...... Don't blame it, I'm too timid, this little dog should be saying hello to me. ”

The little white dog seemed to understand, barked a few more times, and wagged his tail very affectionately.

Seeing that the girl was so reasonable, Fang Ling also breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to cause any trouble in this general's mansion However, looking at her injured foot, he couldn't help but ask, "Your foot ......?"

The girl didn't mind anything, pursed her lips and smiled: "At this time, I fell down and injured myself while riding a horse, and I saw many doctors who didn't cure it, so I should be lame." ”

Fang Ling secretly said that it was a pity, this god is too cruel, the girl is so young, if her feet are really lame, then how should she live in this life in the future?

Maybe this is sympathy, my mother also entered the palace at a young age, but she lived in the cold palace for 16 years.

So Fang Ling couldn't help but pity this girl, he sighed lightly, his eyes fell on the little white dog, and suddenly his heart was shocked, by the way, isn't the immortal art on his right palm has the ability to heal? Although he has only treated the little white dog's foot injury, he can't be completely sure how strong the healing ability of this immortal technique is, but he should give it a try.

If it can really cure the girl's lameness, then the ability of this immortal art is amazing.

Having made up his mind, he couldn't help but say to the girl, "Can I take a look at your feet?"

The girl was slightly stunned, although she was also free and generous, but in the face of such a sudden request from a strange young man, it was naturally impossible to agree, instead of handing her feet over, she put her feet back, and looked at Fang Ling with some vigilance.

Fang Ling also felt that it seemed that the question was too abrupt, and said with a little smile on his face: "I don't mean anything else, just to see if I can cure your foot." ”

The girl frowned slightly, as if she had heard a joke: "Cure my feet?" Daddy has invited a lot of famous doctors to treat me, but they haven't improved at all, can you cure me well?"

"How do you know if you haven't tried it?" Fang Ling smiled slightly, "Miss, you don't have to be afraid that I will hurt you, now the people in the mansion are like carp crossing the river, if you find something wrong, you can call someone at any time." ”

Hearing Fang Ling say this, the girl pursed her lips tightly, although she felt that it was a bit unreasonable to be able to cure her feet, but as the young man said, he didn't have any reason to deceive himself, but he just handed his feet to a stranger and pinched them, how could he feel that it was against etiquette.

Seeing that the girl frowned and thought about it, and there was no movement for a long time, Fang Ling smiled bitterly, if she thought about it like this, she couldn't think of a result until it was dark, but even if the immortal art in her hand couldn't cure her foot, at least it could make the situation a little linked.

He simply stretched out his hand, grabbed her ankle a little domineeringly, and at the same time admonished, "Don't be afraid, it will be a little hot." ”

As soon as the hand grasped the injured foot, the lines in the palm began to rotate rapidly, and at the same time, a fiery feeling suddenly rose in the body, and the sun fire stored in the body was stimulated and quickly flowed to the palm, and invaded the girl's feet along the lines.

The girl was taken aback, and was about to break free, but immediately felt a warm sensation in her ankle. Ever since I injured my foot, I felt like pins and needles every moment, and even the pain of flesh cutting.

However, this feeling of warmth is like dipping your feet in warm water, and the pain in your feet has diminished a lot.

Fang Ling saw that the girl had no intention of struggling anymore, and was secretly surprised, it seemed that this immortal technique was indeed useful not only for wounds, but also for broken ankles.

At this time, the lines on the dagger also began to rotate with the treatment, and wisps of sun fire energy were absorbed in, transmitted to Fang Ling's palm, and then into the girl's ankle.

Feeling the temperature of his palm intently, he didn't know when, Fang Ling seemed to have entered a realm of selflessness, as if his eyes could see the texture of his muscles, and he could see the lines constantly shuttling in his ankles.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a loud shout: "Where did the muddy boy come from, he actually dared to bully my sister!"

Fang Ling suddenly woke up from the realm of selflessness, and before he could understand what was going on, he was pulled up by a strong force, and then thrown out by someone, as soon as Fang Ling's hand left, the lines and fire energy were also taken back.

He staggered a few steps to stabilize his body, only to find that there was already a young man in black beside the girl.

The boy was only 18 or 9 years old, but he was very big and had dark skin, and at this time he pulled the girl up and said worriedly: "Wan'er, are you okay?

"I'm fine, he ......" Wan'er was only halfway through her words, and the young man couldn't help but say a hammer, staring at Fang Ling fiercely and said: "It's okay if you're fine, see how my brother teaches this muddy boy a lesson!"

With that, an arrow rushed towards Fang Ling, and it was a straightforward punch.

Fang Ling's martial arts were taught by Dong Canghai, the imperial guard, although the treatment consumed a lot of strength, and even his feet were a little vain, but he was still confident that he would definitely have the upper hand in the fight.

However, it was not a wise choice to fight in the General's Mansion, so he hurriedly stepped back and explained: "Don't get me wrong, I ...... it."

"I didn't misunderstand, I dared to come to the General's Mansion to tease my sister, and see that Young Master Ben didn't peel your skin!" The young man was furious at this time, smashing punch after punch, each punch full of strength.

Seeing that the young man was beating Fang Ling back, Wan'er couldn't help but worry and shouted: "Brother, don't fight!"

"Wan'er, don't worry, brother will be fine, take this kid down immediately!" the young man shouted loudly, and the strength in his hand did not diminish in the slightest.

Fang Ling had a big headache, so he had to resist with his hands, but the young man's punch was quite powerful, and every punch was like a hammer of dozens of catties, smashing it painfully, if he continued to defend like this, it was estimated that he would really be knocked down.

At this moment, Wan'er suddenly ran over, grabbed the young man and shouted, "Brother, don't fight, it's a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding, what misunderstanding? I ......" The young man raised his eyebrows, and was about to smash another punch, but suddenly glared and said, "Wan'er, you ...... How did you get here?"

"Huh?" Wan'er was also taken aback, looked down, and found that her injured foot was stepping on the ground, she covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes widened, and she stammered a little: "Foot...... My feet don't hurt anymore......"

"What?" the young man suddenly laughed wildly, and shouted to the two subordinates in the distance, "Quick, call my father quickly, and say that Wan'er's feet are well!"

The two subordinates hurriedly left, Wan'er turned around in a circle, her eyes were red, and she was so happy that she couldn't speak, and the young man forgot about Fang Ling for a while, and laughed.

Fang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the treatment just now was really effective, otherwise he really didn't know how this matter would end. However, seeing that Wan'er's feet are still red and swollen, I am afraid that this elimination of pain is also temporary, and it will take some time to really heal.

Just as I finished thinking about it, I saw a middle-aged couple hurrying over, the middle-aged man was about forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was even walking vigorously, and the woman was also very dignified, and behind the two, there were several subordinates.

Fang Ling's heart moved suddenly, could this middle-aged man be Tang Zihao, the general of the city gate? It must be, because in this general's mansion, isn't he the one who can be called the master by his subordinates? If so, wouldn't that Wan'er and that young man be the sons and ladies of the general's mansion?

Although Fang Ling could see from the clothes that the girl was not a subordinate, he didn't think about it when he thought about her feet, but now he thinks about it.